Tag: Nostalgia
VERSE | LOVE ODES IN THE 21ST
Live in the moment, write a verse
Sing a song for better or worse
For those that are still around
Still aground, that still abound
Purrs New Zen in dulcet tones
Cease to scruple, seize this time
This time, say it out
To the ones whose breath still vaults
On quickening wings still topside
Of the cosmic vault up high
But En-meshed and-mashed in
So many things still intertwine
Seethe and sizzle, yours and mine
In gleaming lips and blistered minds
O’er crowds of marigolds and mines
In perfect storms come rain or shine
In eggshell treads, blessings and all
Around the holes within our whole
Where things leak out, eke out, grow cold
Love poems can’t fit in, flit in
To spaces filled with oxygen
Rushing in and then out
In bouts, in routs, in-halations
Love in poetry is pos-thu-mous
Past-the-mists of life’s bliss
Waiting pages like watching sages
Stay pristine, unscripted. Cleaned
By life-sodden exhalations
While lungs and wrists and hearts replete
With forgotten dyes wait to spill
Nostalgic ink in clots and things
In what-if meanderings, when
No more breath is left to draw
Shrinking wraiths on windowpanes
When the dearth of death is overcome
They sink their teeth into the sheets
That flutter for their odes of love.
VERSE | DISTANCES
I know we haven’t talked in a while
I know I haven’t seen you wear your soft smile
We’ve said things to each other we didn’t mean
Tearing and splitting the vital seams
Of the fabric of our togetherness
I know that I have felt desolate, helpless
We have sat in silence, cold as frost
The glow of our closeness long since lost
Somewhere along life’s bewildering way
I let your warm hand slip away
I know we haven’t talked in a while
I know I haven’t seen you wear your gentle smile
Through the years we have journeyed on
Along the same path but each on our own
Forged by our children, we treaded their dreams
Only seeing shadows of you and me
Still together we walked into middle age
But it’s been a while since I really saw your face
It’s been a few years since the air around
Was filled with your familiar scent and your sound
Somewhere, somehow I lost the quickening string
That bound us together through thick and through thin
I know we haven’t talked in a while
I know I haven’t seen you wear your lovely smile
But I know you’re still here, your pulse still beats warm
Even as we’ve both whipped up raging storms
They’ve whirled inside, while we’ve pulled away
The terrible loneliness adding to the fray
I know that we are distances apart
But I can still feel you in the depths of my heart
Let me find you once again in the mists
Of sepia memories, reminiscences
Let me hold your hand as I once did before
Let us walk together, in step once more
I lost sight of you, dearest for a while
Let me love you again, let me make you smile.
VERSE | LONGING
I found an eyelash on your cheek
It perched there like a dream
I couldn’t take my eyes away
From that hypnotising scene
The beautiful imperfection of
That eyelash out of place
Was also the exquisiteness
Of nature’s untamed grace
You looked at me as I looked at
The fallen angel on your cheek
It fluttered on broken wings like
Back into heaven it would leap
And then you smiled that special smile
Where your eyes light up with mirth
The eyelash took a leap of faith
Becoming one with the pulsing earth
I found an eyelash, it had strayed
Onto your sun warmed skin
It filled my heart with wistfulness
With love and with longing.
VERSE | REMINISCENCE
You said to look for you in blooms
The most vibrant that adorned
The sunny yellow Amalthas
As it stood verdant in the lawn
I chose a bower in my mind
It was you whispering to me
Everytime a drizzle fell
Or when she murmured in the breeze
But then came fall and with it all
The flowers began to drop
I held my breath as I watched
But you stayed shimmering on
You wore your golden yellows
Dancing in your green abode
But then nature came calling your name
You were the last to free your hold
You whispered softly one last time
As you let go of the tree
I watched but did not linger, I
Imagined you somewhere roaming free
But in my heart I’ve always known
You’ve shredded up your form
With all your love and courage
Back into the earth you’ve gone
You said that I should look for you
In the things that make me smile
I see you now in leaves and flowers
In the rain and the fireflies.
VERSE | MELANCHOLIA
When evening falls and once again
Melancholia sets in
Tinctures and shadows of times gone by
Come bleeding, weeping in
When the orbit of the earth
Has brought in the dark of night
And memories, remembrances
When all with the world was right
When you cannot escape the bed
That has forged into a cell
Holding you fast for the night
In unending wakefulness
When at last your weary mind
At some hour releases you
Into realms of visions and dreams
That bruise and lance anew
When you finally awake
And the sun shines bright again
Pumping the lifeblood that the night
Has stolen from your veins
Breathe in deeply, close your eyes
This will not be the last
Of eventide’s strange conjuring
Of aching for the past
Many will be the days when
The joyless cycle will repeat
But at some point the salve of time
Will turn the memories bittersweet.
VERSE | NOSTALGIA
She steps into the car
Its gleaming surfaces
Adorned with gladioli and motia*
She’s the bride tonight
Garlands also lovingly
Entwine in her hair
Their fragrance filling
The nighttime air
Eyes bright
Face shining with expectation
She glances behind her
Just for a moment
One last time
At that spot where she stood
Leaving behind her childhood
Marking the end of her maidenhood
She smiles
Nostalgia now sits there
Young, hopeful and light
Eyes bright
Face shining with expectation
Waiting to fill the space
That has been so tenderly placed
Into her sacred embrace.
* Motia: The Jasmine flower.
VERSE | OUR HUMANITY-FREE DIET
I’m in Karachi after two and a half years of Pandemic gridlocks, and it’s been a whirlwind of a homecoming. Besides grappling with the major and minor curveballs that my micro and macro environments tend to throw at me off and on, I have also been able to indulge in some nostalgia: found my little book in which I’ve put down a few poems that I’d written in my teens. Even at that tender age, external stimuli hit hard! 😅 Below is one of my verses from my adolescent days.
I was walking through the woods one day
With my thoughts in a turmoil
Oblivious to nature was I -
To the trees and the grass and the soil
I was attempting to decipher
The meaning of strife and war
Was it political agitation
For the enforcement of a law?
Or was it as I believed the cause
Of a moment’s disarray
Of a value old as age itself -
The simple Human Way
Where was the compassion that
Bespoke the worth of one?
Had the shield of dignity and love
Been replaced by the gun?
Where was the pride in good deeds
Where was the humility?
Was everything really shrouded by
The veil of frailty?
Frailty of causes
And frailty of sense
Had the once true noble values
Become a mere pretence?
I was looking for the answers
I was seeking a refuge
From the grief and the confusion that
Had overcome me like a deluge
It was then that I heard whispering
The soil, the grass, the trees
“You already have the answers
Now you only have to see
When man was made a brother
Unto the other one
The moulding of a sacred
Tradition had begun
So when war threatens to break this bond
Their spirit shall hold them fast
For that was always meant to be
Unto the very last”.